Johnny Cash - One On The Right guitar tab
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The One on The Right
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(A)There once was a musical troupe,
a (D)pickin' singin' (A)folk group,
They (D)sang the mountain (A)ballads
and the folk songs of our (E)land,
They were (A)long on musical ability,
folk s (D)thought they would go (A)far,
But (D)political incompati(A)bility,
(E)led to their down(A)fall,
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Well the (D)one on the right was (A)on the left,
And the (D)one in the middle was (A)on the right,
And the (D)one on the left was (A)in the middle,
And the (E)guy in the rear was a (A)Methodist,
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This musical aggregation,
(D)toured the entire (A)nation,
(D)Singing traditional (A)ballads,
and the folk songs of our (E)land,
They per(A)formed with great virtuosity,
and (D)soon they were the (A)rage,
But (D)political ani(A)mosity,
pre(E)vailed upon the (A)stage,
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Well the (D)one on the right was (A)on the left,
And the (D)one in the middle was (A)on the right,
And the (D)one on the left was (A)in the middle,
And the (E)guy in the rear burned his (A)driver's license,
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Well the curtain had ascended,
ÊAnd a (D)hush fell on the (A)crowd,
As (D)thousands there were (A)gathered,
ÊTo hear the folk songs of our (E)land,
But they (A)took their politics seriously,
ÊAnd that (D)night at the concert (A)hall,
As the (D)audience watched de(A)liriously,
Ê(E)They had a free for (A)all,
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Well the (D)one on the right was (A)on the bottom,
And the (D)one in the middle was (A)on the top,
And the (D)one on the left got a (A)broken arm,
And the (E)guy in the rear said, (A)Oh dear,
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Now this should be a lesson,
if you (D)plan to start a (A)folk group,
(D)Don't go mixin' (A)politics,
with the folk songs of our (E)land,
Just (A)work on harmony and 'viction,
and (D)play your banjo (A)well,
And if you (D)have political con(A)victions,
(E)keep them to your(A)self,
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Well the (D)one on the left (A)works in a bank,
And the (D)one in the middle drives a (A)truck,
And the (D)one on the right's an all (A)night D.J.,
And the (E)guy in the rear got (A)drafted.
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The One on The Right
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(A)There once was a musical troupe,
a (D)pickin' singin' (A)folk group,
They (D)sang the mountain (A)ballads
and the folk songs of our (E)land,
They were (A)long on musical ability,
folk s (D)thought they would go (A)far,
But (D)political incompati(A)bility,
(E)led to their down(A)fall,
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Well the (D)one on the right was (A)on the left,
And the (D)one in the middle was (A)on the right,
And the (D)one on the left was (A)in the middle,
And the (E)guy in the rear was a (A)Methodist,
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This musical aggregation,
(D)toured the entire (A)nation,
(D)Singing traditional (A)ballads,
and the folk songs of our (E)land,
They per(A)formed with great virtuosity,
and (D)soon they were the (A)rage,
But (D)political ani(A)mosity,
pre(E)vailed upon the (A)stage,
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Well the (D)one on the right was (A)on the left,
And the (D)one in the middle was (A)on the right,
And the (D)one on the left was (A)in the middle,
And the (E)guy in the rear burned his (A)driver's license,
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Well the curtain had ascended,
ÊAnd a (D)hush fell on the (A)crowd,
As (D)thousands there were (A)gathered,
ÊTo hear the folk songs of our (E)land,
But they (A)took their politics seriously,
ÊAnd that (D)night at the concert (A)hall,
As the (D)audience watched de(A)liriously,
Ê(E)They had a free for (A)all,
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Well the (D)one on the right was (A)on the bottom,
And the (D)one in the middle was (A)on the top,
And the (D)one on the left got a (A)broken arm,
And the (E)guy in the rear said, (A)Oh dear,
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Now this should be a lesson,
if you (D)plan to start a (A)folk group,
(D)Don't go mixin' (A)politics,
with the folk songs of our (E)land,
Just (A)work on harmony and 'viction,
and (D)play your banjo (A)well,
And if you (D)have political con(A)victions,
(E)keep them to your(A)self,
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Well the (D)one on the left (A)works in a bank,
And the (D)one in the middle drives a (A)truck,
And the (D)one on the right's an all (A)night D.J.,
And the (E)guy in the rear got (A)drafted.
